[Intro:]
The only thing I’m seeing I’d like to put an amend on
Perhaps a little more room here for the fixins
Oh, we gon’ have a lot of fixins
We gonna have so many fvcking fixins up in this motherfvckers
His sh!t gon’ go through the roof
Got damn I’m shittin’ gold these days

[Hook:]
Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Drake:]
She said she workin’ for Walgreens but not in the store, at the head office
The head was so good it make sense why you work at the head office
In 2007 I sat in a lobby in Motown and waited
Now I go into the buildin’ and go off like “Nigga we made it!”
When I walk through these halls, man this beat should be playin’
I just came to make sure you not missin’ no payments
Now turn this shit down while I issue my statement
It needed a moment of silence, nigga we made it!
You fly out your lady, I fly out my ladies
Bitches can’t front on the kid anymore, man they know what my name is
And if by chance she don’t know who I am, she just know that I’m famous
Imma just hand her a business card and say “Nigga we made it!”
And she gotta come to the hotel and pop it off for me
Then she gon’ text her best friend like “Girl he got some good dick and money”
Her friend hit her back like “I know that already, that nigga’s amazin’”
Then I send a message to both of they asses like “Nigga we made it!”
[Interlude]
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down
Seems like motherfvckers should be shuttin’ the hell up and enjoyin’ the show

Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Drake:]
If they with me, just know that they wit’ it and ’bout it
If I said it, I meant it, it’s no way around it
OVO reps so them [?] next to [?] go crazy
When Baca came home for the holidays, I was like “N!gga we made it!”
And all of those lawyer fees, nigga I paid it
My family get all of my loyalty, all of my patience
My life for your life, man I wouldn’t trade it
I would just look at you dead in the face and say “N!gga we made it”
I swear that we made it
But I’ve been on that wave,that’s why this year I tell yah, I don’t need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is n!gga we made it
You don’t know how long I waited, I coulda been waitin’ on tables, my karma’s amazin’
I’m out in the Caymans, rented a 12-bedroom house just to sleep all the women we came with
That’s ignorant, ain’t it? Sometimes I question myself when I think ’bout the pictures I painted
Then I pick up my brush and I sign at the bottom like “N!gga we made it”

[Hook:]
Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Soulja Boy:]
Tellin’ my partner, and my momma, everything gonna be all good
Nigga we made it! Damn, I’m up in Las Vegas
Damn, I never was supposed to have shit, now my life is lavish
Every night, fvckin’ a bad bitch, nigga we made it!
Coppin’ a Lambo, cash, the Bentley, 2 times I crashed
Ha, nigga we made it!
Look at them niggas’ faces, them niggas, they hate it
I look a nigga in his face and say “Nigga we made it!”
Soulja Boy stunt on them haters
And these days I don’t need no favors
Nigga we made it!

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fire heat, niggas better run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homie's 9 9-11
I'm the nigga with the juice
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did

[Hook: YG]
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?

[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas and
She got a buddy name OJB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through
Eatin' crab out in Malibu with no boo
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Did the model, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big

[Verse 1]
Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka
Figured out this shit, it's simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga I do not want to be friends though
I told y'all mothafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song
This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song

[Hook]
What's the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies
Ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga

[Verse 2]
Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit
Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all mothafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This a doing me and only God can judge song
I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song

(Verse)
I grinded to get it, Memphis say that I’m bumpin’
I turned somethin’ to nothing, I made something outta nothing
My daddy a hustla, my mama a hustla
I saw so many customers at that carwash on customs
And I’m new to the valley, the new kid on the block
Put my hand on the glock, watching out for the cops
Put 5 grand in my nicky boys, oh there go Vicky boy
You know we be robbin, you know we be mobbing
They said my first word was servin, I been going to service
Brother went to the service in but still I was swervin
My first job was robbin, my straps, they massagin
My second job was mobbin and I cannot be starving
I’m more than an artist, I’m more like an arsonist
Was born in the country but I moved to this metropolis
Brick Squad is my property, I’m standing on top of shit
Be poppin, ain’t doin shit so me and you opposites

(Hook)
Yo girlfriend suck that dick so good, she hooder than me (she hooD)
She been suckin that tingaling, she just got good to me (she good to me)
Man the plug is sellin me 50 in the hood with me (the hood)
Please don’t stop sending me dope pictures, be good to me (be good to me)
I’ve been trappin on the corner man since early G (from early)
Don’t stop now cuz Gucci Mane is just that good to me
King B & Gucci Mane, we into bashin shit
Knock that shot right now cuz damn it’s just that good to me

(Verse)
My bread up and I’m racked up, plug in so I’m sacked up
40 Glocks in 9 meters, don’t test the squad but we strapped up
Prolly tippin extendos
2-23’s for yo windows
Keep a real bad bitch on the side of me, couped up in that Benzo
She eatin dick and I call her phone
I’m serving these scams at the corner store
We got bills allowed and bricks to blow
We got deals on deals if yo money low
Come fuck with me, King B
If you wanna be a part of the winning team
OG just signed with Guwop
So you know a nigga rep just 17
Got stash houses with bricks there
Come shop with me if you got brick fare
I’m on homie kill, I got goons there
Play with me and get clipped there
I’ve been putting in work on a step there
I got a house full of balls, I trap there
All day, all night
Rockin Rollie, no stones there

(Hook)
Yo girlfriend suck that dick so good, she hooder than me (she hooD)
She been suckin that tingaling, she just got good to me (she good to me)
Man the plug is sellin me 50 in the hood with me (the hood)
Please don’t stop sending me dope pictures, be good to me (be good to me)
I’ve been trappin on the corner man since early G (from early)
Don’t stop now cuz Gucci Mane is just that good to me
King B & Gucci Mane, we into bashin shit
Knock that shot right now cuz damn it’s just that good to me

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(Verse)
I’m in the mood to fuck, not in the mood to talk
I’m not the dude to date, Pay all your bills you cray
Fuck what your girlfriend say, ball like the NBA
Check out my resume, let’s buy a Benz today
Money the lam today, call all your friends today
She sleep in a bed with me but at first was scared of me
I tear that pussy up then give er something good
Never bite the hand that’s keepin her fed
Bring home a baby and I killed a bitch
Don’t go in that room, it’s too crowded
My girlfriend show you how to bust that bitch
Cut a hoe off, I don’t trust that bitch
Big Gucci baby on that juvy shit
Got them in my house and I have that shit
Don’t need no friends, I can buy you some
While you getting your hair done I get you a salon
Why you getting yo nails done, I can buy you one
If you never took a pill then try one

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(Verse)
Stab pussy baby and I carry it
Let’s fly to Vegas, get married quick
I’m a burglarer, I’m a murderer
Three tibs off baby, I’m wearing it
I’m kind of careless with that money, might drop a mill
Spend 50k on bags and heels
Smoke that Kali kush in the Hollywood hills
Ball so hard, you don’t need no nigga
I mean a real bad bitch don’t need no nigga
My trip with the homies don’t feed no niggas
Big Guwop, he better choose that nigga
Better cut that man off, better lose that nigga
Since the last man was born
All these lames be pourin
It’s a miracle that we ain’t sleepin
Been on the road, playin we tourin
On the road main bitch a foreign
Yea and I’mma paint it orange
I’m fresh in this red Laren
Been ballin since the day I was born
That lil nigga don’t get along with me
Cuz the niggas I got too squad with me
I’m on that lady cushin,
I feel asleep in that pussy

(Hook)
I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get fucked
I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(Verse)
Touch down with it, RG III
Struggling with the work, nigga RG III
RG III in the trap with me, I’m the quarterback, nigga and I break down D
Get your 3D glasses ’cause I’m RG III
Already all PG 13
Drinking Louie XIII and watch ‘em train DC
And my whole team eatin’ I’m the MVP
Rap up on the plug, had to use my feet
Quarterback draw, got a strap on me
Never say that you got murders for me
All on my soul, just get dirty for me
4th and a inch, shot by a brick
First we locked up but then Scooter got pinch
The pocket collapse cuz them niggas the bliss
Go for the profit, quadruple the rich
RG III, RG III
RG III, I’m RG III
Too quick, got a big rich quick scheme
So time getting close, rough bring the chain
Can’t carjack me like Robert D
Got a RV from that nothing but RG III
In a drop pink Rolls to my TOP
So RIP cuz I’m RG III
Good for ink go so she DIG
Ball in the streets like I play in the league
Thumble the bitch cuz they passed her to me
Don’t go to the cops, I hold court in the street
Might cough this money, I bury a deuce
50 chains going, don’t cherish a piece
Got clean, I got blessed, I got lemon, got swag
Run through’s on 3, bout to pick up a set